Random One Shots

America x ??? Part 2 boy x ???

America saw his lover, the person who had left him. Their face was just as beautiful as he remembered. It was a bright sunny day with a meadow but he could never get close enough to touch or hold the person's hand. "No! Take me with you. Don't leave me!" The ground collapsed under him and right before he passed out from a lack of air he woke up breathing heavily.

America balled up in his bed, his knees up to his chest. "Why did you leave me?" Tears fell from his eyes. "You, you promised you'd stay with me. You knew I can't get close to people. Why did you leave me anyways?" He voiced his issues with a broken voice. It hurt. Everytime he failed because he wasn't good enough to be loved hurt.

He turned down the picture of them smiling on a date. That memory was sour now. It hurt to remember.

He didn't get up until noon the next day, and it was only for groceries. He looked at the sky and decided to dress up a bit on impulse. He did a lot on impulse actually. He got himself all dressed up and almost smiled at his reflection. He almost looked, like a normal person. The faint makeup on his face, shortish shorts and shirt tucked in made him feel good about himself.

He drove himself to the store with his short list and started to get the things on his list; ignoring the eyes he felt on his back, probably from his slightly feminism outfit.

He checked out and went home with his groceries. Maybe he could find love again. He shook off the idea. He had been loved by many, but they never stayed. He was clearly destined to be alone.

But maybe he could do something more. Maybe downloading a dating app and trying to find someone. No. He wouldn't find love there.

He tried to scrap the idea of trying to find love but it kept popping up in his head. A week had gone by and finally he decided to try and hit on someone.

At least, maybe he could drink until he was brave enough to try something...

...America woke up with a killer headache, and his shirt off. He groaned and rubbed his face. At least he hadn't had any dreams about them last night.

He grabbed the water next to his spot and drank it. It helped a little bit. He slowly got up not really registering anything, stumbling for his pills and some aspirin. Finally he found them and had it. His anxiety medicine, an asperin, and 2 vitamin pills.

He spent the next 10 minutes dying internally and waiting for the aspirin to kick in and stop his headache enough for him to function. That's when he noticed he was wearing no clothes. "Well fuck. Hopefully I wasn't screwing a girl last night, drunk me can't put on a condom to save my life."

He peaked into his room carefully. The sex if the person in his bed was impossible to tell. They were face down and rather small. He just decided to wait for them to wake up and quietly got dressed in something more comfortable.

He then made breakfast and went to check on them. Still asleep. Now he was worried they weren't alive. He checked them just to be sure. They were breathing, just asleep. America contemplated waking them up. He still couldn't tell their gender. Their face was very Androgenous. It was pretty feminine but the haircut did make them look like they could be a feminine man. It was impossible to tell if they were a penis person or not.

He liked their shoulder and they groaned and rolled over. They had tits, probably. They still had a shirt on so they could be fake but America doubted that. Well fuck. But then, in a pretty deep voice they said "leame alone Zen. I don't have class today." Alright. Gender confusing person. Wait, this is a human. He fucked a literal human. That was interesting. Better out on the disguise and pretend he was a normal human.

The person groaned as they got up and America flashed on his disguise. They rubbed their eyes and looked around before quickly perking up and looking around. "Shit." Then they focused on America. "Oh, fuck hi." Their voice was going up in pitch a bit anytime they zoned out which was likes 3 times in the time they had looked at him.